Stupid motherfucker took my spot;
he thinks he is some sort of God
and I know he isn't. So before you
spit at my face, acknowledge who
you are talking to.
Idiotic counsellor gave me meds
to help me concentrate. In bed,
I scatter together dust to keep
my brain in check- whenever I sleep,
all I pray is to never wake up.
Cut my stomach open.
A postmortem that's floating
around in the nurse's ears,
until I no longer have fears.
Guess this is what you get,
for always narrowly escaping fate
every fucking time.
I am like a stickman,
playing with my hand.
I find solutions out of, well
I assume it's hope- or, hell,
maybe even a smile that would never
crack the surface of my lips.
I loved you for a while,
until I realised I could never smile.
"Two timer!" "Cheat!" Oh, those
screams are powerful as internal blows,
shattering confidence like glass.
Always never letting anyone pass,
you put up that one special barrier.
The building is a mess- yet I don't know why
an atrocity like this draws me like a fly.
Is it home? A sign from God? Maybe he knows
that it's about now I get what I want. Never shows
his face, even for a few thousand. Gambling faith
over across the table to people, who think they are safe
but they are just being exploited.
The sickness is burning.
Go with him. You will find out
what I have done because she will shout
the words "affair" to you, in such a quick
chain of events, and the real true dick
in me will confront you.
"Yes, I did that shit. Why? I felt
lonely, and that no one will know well
enough what to do what me." The final word
leaves me hollow. Much like things absurd
in my writings. My memoirs, which lack
subtlety to say the least, is a false artifact
that cheapens me.
Now this is getting fucked. My heart
is burning, like a furnace of malice. Apart
from my harsh motives what I say is flawed
and the weight on my shoulders...oh, I swore
to protect you. Now the burden is kept.
YOUR HEART IS FAKE. GET OUT OF THIS HELL
BEFORE YOU START TO CRUMBLE AND YOU KNOW WELL
I HAVE SPILT MY HEART OVER SOMETHING SO SINCERE
THAT I HAVE NOTHING TO DO BUT GO THROUGH WITH THE FEAR,
THE FEAR YOU WILL GO. NOW JUST LEAVE.
Leave.
Please.
Leave me alone.
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